Thalia's pov

A chill raced down my spine as I tried to understand what Eirik just said over the phone. Ianth was in the hospital?

I rushed outside and ignited the car's engine. I drove down to the supposed hospital and hurried inside. Two nurses were at the registration counter.

"M-–my son was brought here some minutes or hours ago. Please, I need to see him." My tongue couldn't take control of the words very well.

I was panicking. What could have happened to Ianth again? He only left the hospital a week ago and he was back again? My eyes burned with anger. They must have fed him something that could deteriorate his health again.

"What is your son's name, ma'am?" The second nurse asked as she clicked her laptop, probably trying to find it in the register.

"Ianth. His name is Ianth Jones." I responded, my heart racing out of anxiety and fear.

The nurse punched the laptop boards and nodded. "There is a child of ten years named Ianth Jones. He was brought in an hour ago." She explained, according to the register of names in the laptop.

"Ask for her name." The first nurse interrupted, staring at me with a frown.

Her eyes raked my outfit. That was when I realized that I wasn't dressing properly. I rushed down here in pajamas. But that is necessary. I just had to see my son.

"Mrs Jones." I answered, not wanting to waste time with the nurse who obviously didn't like me.

The second nurse's brows wrinkled, staring at the laptop screen. She pressed certain things again and kept checking. My chest tightened, wondering what was happening.

"Are you sure that is your name?" She asked.

I nodded, "My husband, Eirik Jones brought my son in. I am.his wife and I need to see them." I pointed for her to type in again.

"The thing is...." She scratched her neck, "There is a 'Mrs Jones' in the register already, including Mr Jones and Ianth Jones." She said,

"I am guessing the family is complete. You are probably an outsider or you want to come and steal their child." The first nurse felt like she had triumphed with her words.

I shook my head frantically. "Nurse, please. You should check again. I am Mrs Jones. How can another Mrs Jones be registered? Maybe there is another family called Jones that made you misplace the information. Check again, please."

"There is no mistake, ma'am. Only one family of Jones is recorded. There is the husband, the wife and their sick son. I am sorry. I don't know what you are talking about." She responded.

I gripped the edge of the counter in front of me. "What is the name of Mrs Jones there?" I asked.

"You do not expect us to reveal the names of our clients. That is their information and it isn't for you to know." The first nurse fired.

"Ma'am, I advise that you should leave immediately or we will call the security on you." The second urged.

I chuckled lightly. I knew who Mrs Jones was. Mirelle. Eirik and Ianth had been with her since last night anyway. What was I thinking? She must have filled in as Eirik’s wife and he didn't do anything about it.

"Please, let her be." A certain voice rang out.

The same familiar voice. The voice I can remember even if I am on the verge of death. The voice that I fell in love with.

Eirik. My eyes darkened at his outfit. It was the one I bought for him on our first year anniversary when things were still rosy. Black suit and blue coat. I could still remember the way he laughed like a child at the suit gift.

Yet, my gift was the same thing he wore to sleep at a woman's house. He took his son with him too.

"Thalia, what are you doing here?" Eirik strolled towards me.

"What do you mean what am I doing here? You were the one who called me, Eirik. You called me that Ianth was in the hospital. How could I not rush down here when my son is involved?"

He sighed, glancing at the doorway that probably led to the ward where Ianth was. "There is no need. Ianth is fine now. You should go back home."

Right at the doorway stood Mirelle. Her hands clutching a white fur coat. I was the owner of that fur coat. No, Eirik gave it to me. Was I unalive in his eyes that made him give it to another woman? She has taken my family. The next is to take my clothes too?

I scoffed, my stomach twisting in anger. "Should I go back home?" I couldn't believe it. "What? Like some nanny? Ianth is my son! I am his mother. I am supposed to be with him." I shouted.

"Do not cause a scene, Thalia. I told you Ianth is fine. You do not need to worry."

"Why is Mirelle's name as Mrs Jones in the registration computer? Why did she fill in my name when she isn't even related to my son in any way?" I questioned, pointing my hands.

Eirik ruffled his hair slowly, "Thalia, don't take such things to heart. You weren't around. She had to fill in –"

"Fill in with my name? She had to fill in with my marriage title? You allowed her to use your wife's name, Eirik and you didn't do anything about it. If she is so interested in filling in for me, why didn't she use her exact name?" I was barely keeping my emotions in check.

Mirelle walked closer to us and bowed. "I am really sorry, Thalia. I shouldn't have acted out of goodwill. Since you weren't around, I just wanted to fill in for Ianth till you arrive. I am sorry it caused problems between you and Eirik."

Her words were twisting my angry guts. To others, she may be apologizing. But we both knew she wasn't offering any apology at all.

"Mirelle, you did good. You don't need to apologize." Eirik held her shoulder before turning towards me. "Thalia, yesterday was Mirelle's birthday. You are supposed to celebrate with her today inclusively but here you are, yelling about nothing."

"Was that why you spent the night at her place yesterday? Because it was her birthday?" Sob bawled up my throat but I forced it back.

"Thalia...." He called.

"What is Ianth ward room number?" I turned my face away to hide the tears that streaked my left side face.

As soon as he told me, I hurried there immediately. At the entrance of the ward, I gripped the walls hard as my tears kept falling down. I held my lips together tightly. My sobs only brought out muffled sounds.

I lifted my head and wiped my tears away. I entered the ward and walked towards my son's bed slowly.

"Ianth?" I called but he didn't respond. "You must have been through a lot." I murmured, sitting beside him on the bed.

I sighed, taking his hands into mine. "Mommy is sorry for not taking care of you very well. It is her fault for not looking after you as a mother should. Get well soon, honey.”